Dec 13, 2011
Jan 02, 2012
After leaving the squalor of Phuket we arrived on Koh Lanta today having spent 1.5 hours pounding the waves on a rather large speed boat which we shared with two couples. The female part of one spent the entire time with a Vicks Vapour Rub inhaler rammed up her Rudolf red nose. Just an observation... A short truck ride took us from the pier to our "resort"...think beachside Kellerman's without the Dirty Dancing, or any dancing for that matter. We were quickly shown to our bungalow which turned out to be right next to the main lobby / reception building. After standing next to the bed for all of 2 minutes gazing out of the floor to ceiling, wall to wall windows at our luncheoning fellow guests, we decided this goldfish bowl was not quite the retreat we were after and shifted rooms. The aghast little Thai lady did point out that we were giving up a two single-bed room for a double, in a "One bed, one bed??" sort of horrified way. I think the collective thinking from camp Kopatz/Donovan was better one bed with her, than one room with the entire clientele. After lunch we had a quick trip in and out of town with tuk tuk driver Dai to check in with the diving shop. The journey from hotel to Saladan town must be all of 1km, 1.5 at a stretch for which the hotel and the tuk tuk drivers have combined forces in a bid to rip off tourists. 100baht each way compared to Chiang Mai where you could go at least 6km for 60baht. We're talking a difference of pennies back home but as Little Miss Pursestrings quite rightly pointed out that the 1km or so round trip cost more than a Lothian Buses day ticket! Why you Dai!! (shaking clenched fist in the air). Back at base we handed over the equivalent of several more bus tickets to hire a kayak. Kayaking is neither Sandy's or my own strong point. Sandy seemed quite happy to dip her paddle in and out of the water at random intervals (Paddling Miss Daisy) while I tried to power paddle my way round every headland in sight. What this actually meant is that we spun around a lot and also mastered a sort of crab-like sideways motion, which I didn't think possible in a kayak. But there you go. After that Sandra decided it was time to analyse her swimming technique in advance of the swim test we will need to do before the diving course starts tomorrow. Let's just say, I had a spaniel as a child and oh how this took me back! But we all have our strengths and weaknesses and my moment came as we looked on shore to see the cabana boys towing away our intentionally beached kayak which contained my strategically placed shorts and vest for post swim hiding of hideous body. It does wonders for the self esteem to emerge from crystal clear waters onto a tropical beach wading through the shallows next to a German Halle Berry whilst I was more "Dazzling white Oompa Loompa spotted on Thai beach shocker"! And tomorrow I have to don a wetsuit....Oompa Loompa doopidee doo, we've got another shocker for you....